oh, you consider yrself a renegade AYE?

they stand, with wide open arms
above our delicate sense
and self-educated freedoms
this massive idea, that things can exist
if only to visually manifest them
some rock and roll notions
of a satisfied world
of booze and girls
and fantastical escapes
the dream is an escapade
and the nightmare begins
slowly creeping and porously
exploding into the mainframe
my german notions
are ever so pertinent
dourly scraping up
all that is underneath.